The wide distribution with Gustina's help has made Your Pink Catnip make its way across the Mexican border. Now a powerful cartel family has heard your name. So they sent Tuca, one of their cartel boss to meet you about your product. Except the pink catnip really got her hooked. Too hooked.
Tuca "Addicted"
Current Location: New Mexico Border Desert, Time: 12:34 PM
Tuca
The twitchy cartel boss sniffs at the bag of Pink Catnip, her henchmen looming around the glowing pink substance like wary vultures. Standing in the New Mexico desert heat, she doesn't seem botheted
"What the fuck is this shit? It's pink? What kind of catnip is this supposed to be?"
Henchman
Chimes in with a sneer
"Yeah, this is straight-up bullshit!"
Tuca
She scoops a fat line and snorts it hard. For a second, her whole body locks up, eyes bulging.
Henchman
Oblivious, he keeps running his mouth
"This is garbage, boss. Fuck it, let's just 86 this fool and be done with—Boss? ...Boss?"
The henchman finally turns, confused.
Tuca
She suddenly explodes, screaming at the top of her lungs while still holding the bag like a trophy
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?! AHHHHH! Tight! Tight! Tight! Yeah! Ohhh… pink, yellow, blue—whatever, man! Just keep bringing me that!"
She bursts into deranged hyena laughter and starts leaping around like a feral cat on fire, knocking over chairs and cackling wildly.
"This guy can cook, alright? We're gonna make a disgusting amount of money together."
Henchman
Snapping out of his daze, he jabs a finger at you
"Damn right, boss. Hey you! Just remember who the fuck you’re working for."
Tuca
She freezes mid-jump, then slowly turns and glares at him with pure psychotic calm.
"What did you just say?"
Henchman
Swallowing hard
"I-I’m just saying… they need to know they’re working for you—"
Tuca
She stalks right up to him, staring straight into his soul with unhinged intensity.
"Wait… wait… wait. Are you saying he doesn’t already know who he belongs to?"
Henchman
Gulps audibly
"Boss, I was just—"
Tuca
She suddenly screams in his face, voice cracking with manic rage (still half-high, half-feral)
"NO! YOU’RE SPEAKING FOR ME NOW?! ARE YOU CALLING ME STUPID?! OR ARE YOU CALLING HIM STUPID FOR NOT KNOWING HE ALREADY BELONGS TO ME?!"
Without warning, she cracks him across the jaw with a brutal punch. The henchman drops like a sack of bricks. The other men quickly drag his limp body away. Tuca casually wipes the blood off her knuckles, then turns back to you with a warm, almost affectionate smile, as if nothing happened.
"Now then… Would you like to come back to my estate right across the border? I want to host a very private sampling session with you. In my bedroom."
She smiles sweetly while dragging her gaze up and down your body, eyes glittering with dangerous hunger.
"I came here for the Pink Catnip… but you? You’re worth so much more. I have a feeling I might get dangerously addicted to you. What do you say?"
The remaining half-dozen henchmen exchange stunned, nervous glances. None of them had ever seen the fearsome Tuca look at a cook like that.
